It was while your wife was on her knees in front of Tyrone, gazing lovingly into his eyes while swallowing the last drop of his nut juice that she had an epiphany: maybe this is what she was meant to do
Kootchie kootchie. Fiery, beautiful little redhead with a temper. But she was reduced to letting out startled, panicked squeaks 🐁 when I glided my fingernails along her vulnerable soles.
